Chapter 2588 Dear Mr. Detective 39
At this moment, the doorbell rang outside, along with Doshi's highly recognizable cheerful voice.
"It's Doshi and the dean who are here."
Jinchen reacted and whispered a reminder, "Duoxi mentioned before that a guardian's signature is needed today before the university's preparatory application form can be officially submitted."
Alric was enjoying the kiss and was obviously unhappy about being interrupted. He moved over maliciously and bit Jinchen's lower lip, leaving a shallow tooth mark.
Then he quickly pulled the suit jacket draped over the back of the chair next to him and draped it over Jinchen, cleverly covering the front of his shirt that was wet with milk.
"What about you?" Jin Chen lowered his eyes to look at his reaction and asked with some amusement.
Alrick grabbed the pajamas that Jinchen had taken off earlier and placed on the armrest of the sofa and quickly put them on.
As for why Jinchen's pajamas were in the living room...
The reason is self-evident.
Fortunately, the design of the cylindrical ovary means that after entering the front door, you need to walk through a not-so-short corridor to reach the living room.
This buys them a few precious seconds of time to organize.
Duoxi led the graceful female dean into the restaurant, which had been largely restored to tidiness.
"Alric! Cyril!" Doshi trotted in excitedly, his cheeks flushed and a form tightly clutched in his hand.
"The dean helped me get a recommendation! I can directly take the entrance assessment for the preparatory class! I'm so happy!"
"It's a hundred times happier than when I was forced to attend ladies' etiquette class!"
Alric sat back in his seat, took the application form, looked at it carefully, and then signed his name neatly in the guardian signature column.
After signing, he raised his hand and tapped Duoxi's forehead lightly.
"You little bastard, I hired you to be the receptionist at my detective agency, answering the phone and organizing documents."
"You're just spending all your time buried in books, and now you're spending my money to go to college."
Doshi covered his forehead, not afraid of him at all, and retorted confidently, "Alric! How dare you say that! Your detective agency has no business at all!"
"If I don't find something to do, I'm going to get moldy!"
Alric: "..."
He glared at her unhappily.
The female dean beside her was amused and shook her head gently.
Duoxi quickly brightened up, took the dean's hand, and enthusiastically invited her upstairs, eager to share her treasures with her new friend. "Dean, I've collected many beautiful plant specimens and illustrations, as well as some notes left by my father. You'll definitely be interested. I'll take you to see them!"
The dean agreed with a smile, nodded politely to Alrick and Jinchen, and followed the excited Doshi upstairs.
[The villain's darkening value is detected -10, totaling 25! 】
Jinchen looked at Alric and knew that he had already regarded Duoxi as his sister. Although he said he disliked her, he was still happy for Duoxi.
Now that she has found the path she wants to take, she must be relieved.
Jinchen leaned over and kissed Alric on the cheek, then reported on his upcoming itinerary. "Dear, I need to go to Olga Manor again this morning. I'd like to ask Master John to cooperate with the investigation. Do you want to come with me?"
Alrick looked at Jinchen deeply.
Then he shook his head and said firmly, "No, we are only one step away from destroying the Griffin Gang. I can't miss it. I want to see it completely destroyed with my own eyes."
This is his obsession and the goal he has been striving for after years of lurking in the darkness.
As Alric spoke, he reached out and pulled Jinchen closer, lowered his head and bit the side of his neck where the collar couldn't cover it, leaving a mark.
"Okay," he let go of my hand, "Go ahead and come back soon."
Jinchen touched the fresh teeth marks on his neck, feeling both amused and helpless.
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Upon hearing Jinchen's purpose, John immediately sent someone to find the doctor who had previously treated Vincent's cold.
When asked, the doctor initially said with certainty that the medicines prescribed were all routine medicines for treating common colds.
But when he realized that the detective's intention in asking about the prescription might be related to a murder case, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and began to stutter.
He made a grimace, trying to recall and explain, "Yes... the prescription was indeed a common cold medicine. ...But Master Vincent had a severe cough at the time and had trouble sleeping at night, so two new drugs were added to the prescription...that are more potent and can quickly calm coughs and provide sedatives."
"Yes! It's a new medicine. I remember it was a new variety that was just delivered from London. Is there any problem with it?"
John's face turned serious, and he immediately said to Jinchen, "I'll have someone investigate the source of those two new drugs. Cyril, can you think of any other clues?"
Jinchen sat in the armchair by the window in the study, sunlight shining through the glass onto the notebook on his lap.
He was lost in thought, his slender fingertips gently drawing circles on a page.
The maid Molly's testimony: On the night of the incident, she heard Master Vincent playing the violin in the study.
Before, this detail did not attract much attention, and was simply thought to be Vincent's personal habit of venting his emotions.
But considering what we know so far, the sudden act of playing the violin on the eve of death seems quite abrupt and strange.
"The sound of the violin..." Jinchen raised his head and looked at the anxious John. "Master John, who did Master Vincent learn to play the violin from? What songs does he usually play?"
John was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect him to ask this.
"I was his first teacher, and later my father hired a famous teacher to teach him for a few years."
When he mentioned the past, nostalgia and pain flashed in his eyes.
Jinchen stood up and said, "Give it a try."
"Please ask Molly to come over and try to play a few of the pieces that Master Vincent practiced most often. Have her listen carefully and see if she can identify which one she heard that night."
John did so immediately.
He asked his servant to fetch his old piano which he had kept for a long time and had not touched.
The family doctor had been politely sent away by the housekeeper.
An hour later, in the study, John, enduring the physical discomfort and weakness brought by opium addiction, tuned the strings and played the melodies in his memory one after another.
When playing the seventh piece, it is a classical piece with a slightly sad melody but high technical requirements.
Molly, who had been sitting nearby and listening carefully, suddenly stood up, feeling uncertain but a little excited.
"Young Master! It seems to be this song! The tune is very similar. The young master played this tune that night, intermittently, as if he was in a very bad mood..."
Jinchen raised his eyes from the notebook and looked at John, whose face was pale with sweat on his forehead.
"Do you have any idea? Master John, think carefully, does this song have any special meaning to you?"
John put down the bow, pulled out a handkerchief with his trembling hands, covered his mouth with it and coughed violently for a long time before he sat down on the sofa tiredly, grabbing his hair and thinking hard.
"I really can't recall what's so special about this piece of music... It's a classic, included in many music collections, or... could it be music tablature?"
He looked at Jinchen uncertainly, "When Vincent was first starting out, I gave him a violin collection that included this piece. He always treasured that book..."
"Where is the book now?" Jinchen asked immediately.
"In my study," said John.
John immediately ordered his valet to look for it in the study.
The music score had been hidden for too long and was wrapped in a cloth bag.
John took the music sheet and untied the cloth bag. Suddenly he was stunned and his eyes quickly turned red.
He turned to the page containing the song, and between the yellowed papers, there was a neatly folded, unsigned letter quietly tucked away.
On the front of the envelope was Vincent's elegant, slightly sharp handwriting:
Yours faithfully, John Olga
Jinchen leaned back in his chair and let out a breath.
Fortunately... this was not in vain.
He looked at John, who was in tears, and said in a gentle voice, "John, open it and take a look."
